Fearless (The Privileged of Pembroke High #5)

by Ivy Fox

  “Boy Scout,” Saint grunts, with grinding teeth. “I’m not going to be able to hold on for much longer.”

  “Me neither,” I wail, needing to cum like I’ve never needed anything so badly before in my entire life.

  “Together,” Chad bellows, lifting my leg to cradle Saint’s waist as he positions himself at my forbidden rosebud.

  While Chad allowed me to cum numerous times before, both he and Saint have been doing everything in their power to prolong our first time together. So, I’m not surprised when we all sigh in relief at his command. When Saint finally thrusts deep inside me, followed by Chad’s quivering member finally staking his claim, I swear I hear angels sing. Saint holds his breath, his cock twitching inside my pussy, dying to pound into it but refusing to move further until Chad allows it.

  We’ve waited for this for so long, dreamed and fantasized about it for years on end, that now that it’s here, all it will take is one small push to make us all fall over the precipice.

  And the person who tips us over the edge is none other than the puppet master who has been pulling our heartstrings since the day he found us. Since the day he rescued us with his love.

  Our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat, trembling to move and make this real once and for all. I breathe their scents in to slow my racing heart, but all it does is make me want them more.

  “Please.”

  The word is a prayer.

  A plea.

  A command.

  And I’m not sure which one of us said it, but it doesn’t matter since the blessed word spurs us to action. Chad entwines his fingers through Saint’s, placing them on my hip as they both begin to move inside of me. The feeling of fullness has me spiraling, bringing tears to my eyes as I call out their names in one breath, coming undone in the most beautiful way I could have ever imagined. Saint is next to follow. He ruts inside me, unable to contain it any longer, kissing me with such passion that my tears freely streak down my cheek. Chad’s rhythm also becomes erratic, his lips falling down on ours, seeking the same euphoria. And it’s with that taste of Saint and my lips on his, mingled with the salt of my happy tears, that he cums.

  We’re all a mess of boneless limbs, arms and legs thrown every which way, clinging to each other’s sated bodies as if they are the lifeline we’ve been searching for all along.

  After all the sadness and misery that I’ve felt these past few days—months, years even—I would have never predicted that such a feeling of peace was even possible. This is what we were supposed to be all along. The three of us together. We make sense, even if the outside world will judge us or think we’re crazy. The only insanity I see is how many years we wasted to get here. Precious moments we could have had but were stolen from us due to our own naive confusion and insecurity. I will never let myself be that foolish ever again. And I won’t let the pieces of my heart be ever divided again.

  Saint’s head is safely tucked into the crook of my neck while Chad looms above us, wiping the stubborn tear streaks off my cheek.

  “Did we hurt you?” he asks, his voice back to the caring best friend I’ve known all my life.

  “No,” I reply, once my heart has settled within my ribcage.

  Saint whispers into my neck, “That was—”

  “Perfect,” I finish with a sigh.

  “Hmm.” He snuggles closer, kissing the hollow of my throat before pulling away and starting to lift off the bed.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Chad asks sternly, grabbing his forearm to stop him from getting out of bed.

  “Easy, Boy Scout. I’m just going to grab something to clean us up with.”

  Chad tsks, shaking his head before pushing Saint onto his back beside me.

  “The fuck?!” Saint retorts on a chuckle, but Chad’s expression is all business once again.

  “Tell him, Elle. Do you want him to clean you up, or do you want us to dirty you some more?”

  I smack my lips, my heart kickstarting into a rapid beat again.

  “That’s what I thought,” Chad smirks. “Saint, grab me your school tie. This time we’re going to do this my way.”

  Holy shit.

  Chapter 27

  Chad

  I lie in bed, Elle’s head cradled to my chest while Saint sleeps right behind her, holding her tightly by the waist. I watch them both sleep, their breathing repairing the gashes in my heart and keeping my sanity in check. Yesterday still feels unreal to me, as if I hallucinated each touch and caress. That somehow, in my misery, I conjured all my deepest desires into manifestation and am now blissfully trapped in the confinements of my insanity.

  But nothing could be further from the truth.

  With each breath they take, I have proof that they are alive and real, now sleeping peacefully in my bed, ready to be woken up with my kiss. After Saint and I wore her down, Elle was more amenable with our request of relocating. We brought her over to my place instead of spending another night in the East River Projects. I didn’t have time to go into specifics with Saint as to why she was in danger in the first place. Aside from our tussle in his kitchen, Saint and I haven’t spoken much at all.

  And I know why.

  Although Elle is willing to love us both with all her heart and soul, Saint and my wounds will need more time to heal. There is a part of me that still resents him, hates him for his betrayal, and I’m scared that will never go away. It’s only when he’s like this, asleep and content, that I dare look at him like I want to, with love in my gaze, instead of animosity.

  It reminds me of the times when we were kids, and he would sleep over. Even then, I would spend half the night just staring at him, marveling at how young and happy he looked, all sprawled on my bed like he owned the damn thing.

  If I wanted to, all I had to do was inch a bit closer and capture his lips with mine.

  But as if the devil that haunts my dreams heard every thought rummaging in my head, Saint’s eyes open, piercing me with his dark stare. We don’t say anything, just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. He’s the first to break away, his eyes in search of the beauty in between us. Elle looks so small in our arms. Like a delicate flower ready to bloom with our nurturing caress.

  But Elle is anything but delicate.

  She proved that last night. She let us purge every wicked urge out of our system and breathed life back into our wayward souls with how beautifully she surrendered to us. It’s almost as if she were built to take us both, love us in a way that most would think unfathomable. Yet, she did it with a smile stitched to her lips, panting out our names with each orgasm that ripped through her. At one point, I had to gag her with my school tie, just so my folks wouldn’t wake up and see what we were all up to. By the time we reluctantly left Saint’s bed in favor of mine, it was well past midnight, my parents too deep in their own dreams to know of my new house guests.

  Yes, guests as in plural.

  Elle was very adamant that Saint come with us and stay here as long as she does. I didn’t make a move to dissuade her, even though Saint wasn’t as inclined to come over. But all it took was her batting her eyelashes at him, a few loving words, and he was putty in her hands. There was a time when I would have resented them both for such demonstrations of affection. But now that Elle has welcomed me into the fold, my heart can’t help but skip a beat each time I witness Saint doting on her.

  He’s good for her.

  Just as, once upon a time, he was good to me.

  “Quit poking me, you two. Gahhd. What does a girl have to do to get some sleep around here?” Elle mumbles, her eyes still shut.

  “Huh?” Saint chuckles in amusement. “I think you’re still dreaming, Princess.”

  “No, I’m not.” She yawns, stretching her arms over her head before slipping them back into the covers.

  Saint and I both hiss when she wraps her hands over our cocks and gives them a good tug.

  “How is a girl suppose
d to get some shut-eye when she feels like a pincushion? Your morning wood kept digging into my ass and my stomach so much that I dreamed I was an extra in Princess Bride, dodging Inigo and Westley as they kept swinging their big swords around.”

  “Well, in that scenario, you would be Buttercup, Princess,” Saint teases, leaning into her grip.

  “You want to know a secret? It’s not morning wood. We’re just happy to see you,” I add with a wink.

  “Funny. You’re both very funny.” She yawns again.

  “I’ll give you both something to laugh about,” she threatens with a mischievous glint in her golden eyes.

  She pulls the sheet down and goes to her knees, her long chocolate brown hair cascading down her back.

  “What are you going to do?” I ask, intrigued.

  “Teach you both a lesson,” she responds, tightening her hold on the base of my cock.

  “As you wish,” I counter, using Westley’s favorite line in the movie. “Just turn around. I want to look at you when you’re on your knees like that.”

  “I second Blondie’s request,” Saint adds, placing his hands behind his head and giving us a full view of his inked body.

  My mouth waters witnessing his cock leak at her mere touch, but all thoughts of me satisfying the urge to milk him dry evaporate when Elle turns around, gloriously naked, sitting on her heels.

  “Is this better?” She arches a brow.

  “Much.” I lick my lips, desperate to lick her pink cunt after she’s had her way with us. “Please, do go on. I’m dying to see just what type of punishment you have in store for us.”

  Elle takes my challenge to heart, just like I knew she would, and begins to simultaneously stroke us up and down, ever so diligently. I close my eyes and just enjoy my so-called discipline, Saint’s heavy breathing beside me making my pulse race faster with every stroke. I feel a sudden shift on the bed and then moan when her tongue licks my precum off my tip. Every time her mouth leaves my cock, she restarts her jerking motion on my shaft. I don’t have to open my eyes to know she’s sucking Saint off while she beats my cock into submission. On and on, she continues, until I’m clutching my bedsheets in my fists, ready to cum down her beautiful throat. I only open my eyes when her grip abruptly relaxes and her wicked tongue is no longer in sight.

  “Babe?” I stutter, on edge.

  “Hmm? You have something to ask me?” she questions, crossing her arms under those two glorious tits I totally intend to fuck before the day is through.

  “I think what Boy Scout is trying to ask is why the fuck did you stop?” Saint bellows, his expression filled with the same ache I’m feeling.

  “Blue balls, gentleman. That’s what you get for only letting me sleep an hour.”

  “Why, you little—” I laugh, pulling her down in between us and tickling the living shit out of her. Saint follows suit, making sure to pin her arms above her head so she can’t wiggle her way out of this one.

  Her giggles warm my heart as she kicks her legs, trying to free herself from our attack.

  Yeah, that’s not happening.

  I’m about to order Saint to grab me my tie and belt when there is a sudden knock on my door. “Chadwick? Are you decent, son?” my father calls out from the other side of the door.

  Shit!

  Elle’s amber eyes look like they are about to come out of their sockets.

  “Shh. I love you. Stay quiet,” I whisper gruffly before Saint and I pull the duvet at our feet up the bed, so it can cover her naked form completely. I’m about to order Saint to hide too, but he flings me the bird and tells my father to come in.

  “Morning, Mr. M. What’s popping?” he asks, settling in my bed like he’s the king of my domain.

  “Santiago!” My father greets all smiles. “It’s been forever since I laid eyes on you, son.”

  “You have your boy Chadwick here to blame for that,” Saint replies accusingly, coaxing my nostrils to flare. “Ouch!” he blurts out, thinning his lips.

  “Are you okay?” Dad asks inquisitively.

  “Yeah. Just a pesky leg cramp.”

  In other words, Elle either bit him or pinched him.

  “Well, it looks like you two are getting along again. I’m glad. Chad hasn’t been the same since you two fell out of sorts. It makes me happy to see you two together.”

  Saint’s eyebrows pull together, wondering how much my dad knows about us. If he only knew how much my parents have put up with me since our fight, I’d never live it down. All the moping about, having fits of extreme anger only to then fall to my knees in tears, all of it was an utter mess. Me hitting rock bottom wasn’t pretty, and if it wasn’t for my parents, I’m not sure how I would have gotten up in the morning every day. All these things I would rather leave unsaid. Saint holds enough power over me as it is. Why give him more ammunition to destroy me once and for all?

  “Ah, Dad, we were kind of in the middle of something,” I interrupt before either of them say anything else.

  “Oh, of course. I’ll leave you to it.” Dad smiles, walking back to the door. He then stops and takes one more look at us, love in his gaze.

  “I really am happy that you’re here with us, Santiago. You’re our family. And always will be. I hope you know you have a home here with us.”

  “Thanks, Mr. M. I appreciate that,” Saint mutters, genuine emotion lighting his dark eyes. “Although I’m sure Doc will kick my ass for having bailed on her all these months.”

  “That war you’re going to have to fight on your own, son. I’m not going to touch that with a ten-foot pole.” Dad laughs. “But no matter how hard she is on you, I hope you know that it all comes from a place of love. We all love you very much. Just thought you should know.”

  Saint’s expression softens at my father’s admission, and the urge to reach out and touch him is overwhelming. My hand must have been trembling because I feel Elle sneak her small hand in mine, the balm I needed to keep my shit together.

  “Dad,” I croak, hating how the weak sound of my voice gives me away.

  “Yes, of course. I best be leaving,” he says, but just as he’s about to pass the threshold, he stops again and turns to us.

  “Everything I just said goes for you too, Elle. You are like the daughter Valerie and I never had, and you will also have a special place in our hearts. Well, now that I’ve said my piece, our Elle best be getting dressed since her brother Roman is waiting in the living room to take her home. I’ll make sure to keep him busy why you all get settled.”

  And with those words hanging in the air, Dad closes the door behind him, but not before he throws me and Saint a conspiring wink.

  We’re all still gobsmacked when Elle crawls her way up the bed and pulls the duvet down.

  “I guess that’s my cue. Time to face the music,” she says, her cheeks pink from my dad catching us in the act.

  “Rome adores you. I’m sure it will be fine,” I croon, placing a chaste kiss on her lips since the plans I had for her will have to be pushed to the back burner.

  “How upset can he possibly be, anyway?” Saint adds, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

  “You don’t know my brother.”

  Elle was right.

  Rome is beyond pissed. I look at my phone and see that a full thirty minutes has passed, and he’s still on a rampage. Elle disappearing off the face of the Earth, even if only for a few days, scared the living shit out of her brothers. Holland constantly rubs Elle’s back, trying to take a bit of the sting out of Rome’s reprimand, while Elle sits up straight, head held high and chin up. No matter how much Rome tells her it was irresponsible and thoughtless to leave the manor without telling them where she went, she still looks unrepentant.

  I also don’t miss how she never tells her brother where she was staying before she came here. Saint’s name was never mentioned throughout the whole exchange. Elle went as far as to ask him to stay back in my room. Reluctantly he agreed, but
only because he didn’t want to add more shit to her plate with his presence.

  I don’t need to be a rocket scientist to know that she is only keeping his name out of the narrative to protect him. When it comes to Elle, Rome is like a father to her, and he would rip Saint into tiny shreds if he knew what we’ve been up to. I guess I only get a pass because, through the years, I earned his respect. Saint will have to earn his too down the line if he wants Rome’s blessing.

  Whether he gets it or not, it won’t change Elle’s feelings or decisions toward him. Saint is now a permanent fixture in her life.

  In our lives.

  “What about school? Are you going to skip class, too?”

  “Really? You’re asking me that?” She counters with a scowl. “While our world was plummeting, I almost never missed one day of class and kept all of my grades up. Tell me, are the twins going to graduate this year? Doubtful.” She blows an errant strand of hair off her face.

  “She’s right, Rome. I’m probably not going to graduate either,” Holland is quick to add in Elle’s defense.

  “That was different, Snow.”

  “Was it? Aside from my surgery and getting sick, I wasn’t able to cope while Elle was. I think you should listen to her and respect her wishes.”

  “Which are?” He scowls.

  “I’m staying here. Until I’m mentally prepared to go home at least,” Elle says, cutting to the chase.

  “Mentally prepared? Are you sure this isn’t just some excuse to shack up with choir boy over here?” Rome points his chin at me.

  “Rome, that isn’t fair. Elle should be able to deal with the aftermath of what our parents did the way she sees fit. You can’t shame her for running to the person who can offer her solace in her time of need. If that’s the case, then maybe I should kick you out of my bed, too. Then we can see how you like it?” Snow interjects with pure resolve on her face.

  Rome instantly loses steam with both girls staring daggers at him. I pretend to clear my throat into my fist to camouflage my chuckle when I see Holland discreetly squeeze Elle’s hand, silently telling her she has her back.